Justin

We ain't underground by accident There's only a select few that can handle this Freek shit Apparition of a poltergeist Blessed with heart But is cold as ice and broken twice Now I walk with an axe Dressed in all jet black with contacts Straight maniac Warlock, Samhain and Salem's Lot Sail through the hour glass ticking of the clockIf you don't know by now it's too late We the most serious thing on the market since date rape We the dead We don't explain or feel pain, beserko Keep it underground to maintain Bitch you better check us I'm doing voodoo in 66 in 6 months Ridin' in a digged out hearse with gold spokes Puffin' on 2 ton blunt with dead folks and it's like thatAxe Murderers, we don't die Serial Killas, we don't die Freeks of the Night, we don't die We get high, we don't die